Have you ever had the distinct feeling of being lied to, as you watch the persons mouth move you are thinking, wow, they think I am an idiot. This not the poem.




of excuses
piles at the door
a trash can to dump'em in
everything is orange orange
no longer hot
turning violent
palm trees
a constant reminder
of paradise lost
on every route
out/in
210-5-101
91-405-110
with all the comings and goings
we've misplaced
a free
way home

she screams
chapter and verse
to the view
rearview mirror
reflecting
no one
you can fill up
but you're not
full up
yet spiritual jargon
circles heads devoid
of sense
an if
si on parle en francais
ce n'est pas plus clair
non plus

grey
greens
melt blue
open mouths with swollen tongues
mist over
in certitude
they aren't the ones
misshapen
by excuse
now high
you can't climb'em
they're slick
polished
refined as crude
underpinnings in every cuff
the knowing turns you ice
dreaming at all
proves hazardous
belief now the villain

What sense the sense seem
obsolete
what use hands or feet
fallen on excuses
fleeing forwardness
swallowing lies
like burnt dry toast
asking
what's worst
the dry
the bitter
personne
no ones
prepared
to pay the price
ad.mit'tance
instead excuses
a touch of blame

so
if new arms
must be created
let them race round excuses
in landfills overflown numb
lest
love leaves
nose pinched
gasping
stench muck rancor
ears held
singing
la la- la la la la-la
eyes bleeding torrents
never to reach
parched hearts
heavy from
excuse
excuses

I have driven up and down and west and right on all those freeways

Great Write.

what a visual write- so many great lines, can't choose a favorite.

can be quite a lonely affair despite the traffic.

Wow, nice read Enderra, and nice to see you here..

The road to truth has many turns,
missing some can cause burns.
To some its an ever-lasting maze,
Many roads just end,
As they set with open mouth in a daze.
May your own road stay its course for your heart.

Thanks, I try to keep it real!!!, even if I am often quite dumbfounded by people.

Indeed